I am not a hallmark movie
my house is messy, I don't brush my hair and I purchased foundation for the first time for my wedding
I am married to a man who is not Prince Charming
(and I’m not cinderella)
and sometimes we go to bed angry
and sometimes I'm tired at the same time he is
and it hurts.
"love is meant to be an adventure"
is it?
Love is quiet, a slow gentle hum that is
sometimes sad
sometimes breathtakingly simple (and I cry happiness)
sometimes so big I could share it with the world and have leftovers
sometimes hurts like
my ankle,
staying home Saturday and Tuesday and today
laying in bed at night angry, crying
and it is also precious like
Willy (chubby knuckles fussy hours left-cheek-dimpled-squinting-eyes laugh)
kitchen swing dances
gardening at sundown
My life is not always Christmas
drenched in romantic moments and background holiday music
I have not arrived at happily ever after
take a bath in some authenticity
hear the fights
touch the tomato stems
take the fall and still trust your husband
laugh with your baby boy
stay up through the night with that baby boy
pack up and move
struggle with your mom
learn over years to love yourself, really honestly love who you are
I am living the human experience
and it is
full.
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